Vương Miện Viridescent Novels & Stories

“Mauve, listen to me. This isn’t about money. You’re not in danger. Not from us.” “Then what is it? Why tie me up? My family doesn’t have anything you’d want.” Nicholas leaned forward, his gaze locking hers. “Mauve Harrison. You are the next ruler of Elite, the parallel dimension to Earth. I, Nicholas Clarke, will serve as your Eliot. Sephie Scott is your Astral. Our duty is to escort you to Elite, where you will claim your throne.” The words hung heavy in the air. And then Mauve laughed. Sharp, disbelieving, almost hysterical. “That’s the best excuse you could come up with? Ruler of a parallel world? Do you think I’m twelve?”

PRESENT * Wylder felt the ground shake. He wondered whether this was an earthquake or a landslide. But not once did his eyes leave the doll under him. Without Night and his wizard’s power, he couldn’t sense what exactly was happening to her, but the way her eyes were glowing, he could tell that it wasn’t her wolf. Because her hazel eyes were glowing like light. Hazel eyes often appeared to shift in color from brown to green. Although Hazel mostly consists of brown and green, the dominant color in her eye was green compared to brown or gold.

It was a green wolf head howling with what looked like water splashing up behind it. “Isn’t that just fitting.” I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. I reached out to softly touch it and when our skin made contact, sparks traveled up my arm straight threw the rest of my body. I felt a slight pinching feeling where my mark was, I immediately rubbed and noticed that something didn’t feel right. I ran over to the mirror in the bathroom and pull the collar of shirt over so I could clearly see my mark. My shape was the same as his but my color was more purple. I guess that made sense too since in the old days, the color purple signified royalty. I was still admiring my mark when Koa started jump

Silence. "Permission to speak, Sir," a woman's clear voice cut through the silence like a hot knife on butter. Every head turned to the source. Resmeia, King Trevino's favorite Trevian, raised her gaze and met the King's victorious smirk, calm and steady. Some of the eyes turned to the King's consort and saw her eyes turn deep black at the sight of her. Resmeia may lack crystal formation in her body, a tell-tale sign of a weak constitution, but her face was as perfect as possible. Having fewer crystals covering her petite form made her seem more appealing to the eyes. The image of her-- softer, smaller, leaner than the average Welkin woman-- was making a fool out of every man in the room.

"You forget the necklace that Amir gave me? " "You have plenty of necklaces, Princess. I. Don't know which necklace Prince Amir gave you you want me to get for you." "The necklace he gave me before I was born." "I'm sorry, Princess. Which one is it? It's been a long time." "Who are you?" I wrapped my hand around her neck, and fear showed in her eyes, but he was quick to hide it, maybe because of your power. Perhaps it affects your memories. "Princess, I'm Mira. What's wrong? Why you didn't recognize me?"Maybe because of your power. Perhaps it affects your mind. "

His figure stood over me, eyes dark and satisfied, like a lion that had already taken the whole kingdom. I noticed at instant, the way he looked at me had changed. I was property now. That was the moment it truly began. --- After he left I stayed in his bed alone. My body still hummed. Slowly the strategic part of my mind started to come back online. Then I realized. “Oh shit. I did it. Red Dragon just fucked me and even marked me.” Although I wasn't sure if I would be happy or not... Mira and Bianca didn't have collars. Does that mean he values me more than them? Or does he value them more than me?

Father says simply. “And?” I ask tightly. “And she was not here.” A muscle jumps in Father’s jaw. “It was almost like he felt it. Asked to see her room. One sniff at her clothes, he knew who she had been with.” “Who?” Colin rubs the bridge of his nose and exhales again. Slow. Heavy. Then his eyes meet mine. “Their king. Maximus Valencia,” he says. "Wait..what. They have a king?" "Apparently they do" father continues “He is… a pureblood. Said to be the most powerful vampire alive. Some say he can kill without even raising a hand. Was born with… abilities. Powers. Others tremble in his presence.”

On his head was a gold crown, with one massive ruby and dozens of precious stones. Ishida counted nineteen sapphires, thirty emeralds, twenty pearls, ten amethysts, and seven diamonds. The ruby represents Queen Loretta and the nineteen sapphires represent the nineteen floating villages built by the Ajenians, Ishida remembered. The thirty emeralds represent the thirty major cities of the Ajenian Empire. The twenty pearls represent the twenty states of the Ajenian Empire. The ten amethysts represent the ten best Ajenian generals, and the seven diamonds represent King Rexius’ seven sons.

"She came in contact with a shentuka a few weeks ago, and was unharmed. That's a big indication that she's not ordinary." "It was just one, wasn't it? Warriors were on their way which scared it off," Xavier said, folding his arms. Violet didn't look like a supernatural. The only thing supernatural about her was her peculiar eye color. A magnetic shade of violet that felt like drawing him in no matter how much he resisted.

He hastened over and lifted the lid with his fingers, revealing an ore adorned with a shimmering green lotus. The ore, about the size of a child's head, was of a golden-green hue. The energy emitting from it was purple-tinged, while the purple veins that criss crossed its surface formed a mesmerizing lotus motif. Severin extended his divine senses within and discerned a strong rule of creation within the ore. It happened to be much stronger than his rule of creation. "Hahahah!" Severin laughed triumphantly and clenched the ore in his palm. His mana instantly peeled away the surface, unveiling a purple-gold texture beneath along with a shimmering green light. The rule of creation then coursed